Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-11-05

Pierre staggered on his legs, then fell face
downward
The brave patriot, the valiant soldier
was dead
Quick-bring some straw cried the
officer. Let US burn that village as we did
Bazeille 'That will teach a lesson to those
raseals of Frenchmen."
Hermann had not left the house; he
lighted candle and descended into the
cellar.
All ha! He was to get good drink Of
Papa Pierre's wine. The old scoundrel !;
SO it was he who had resisted his comrades
so long, and killed not few of them. He
had no regret for having asSassinated a
defenseless enemy, the man who pro-
tected his home. Had he not refused
him the hand of his granddaughter, and
promised it to Francois, a soldier in the
Third Zouaves? In regard to him Hermann
had joined the German army-as he was
in duty bound to do, being a German
and he had always wished for thing,
which was to return in the village where he
had found hospitality and work, when he
was in need of both, to settle his account
with Papa Pierre, the vine-dresser.
And his wish had been granted.
He was in the middle of his joyful re-
Elections when he heard somebody calling,
Hermann, Hermann p He recognized
the voice Of Jacqueline, who, regaining
her senses, had refused to follow the Cap
tain and his men, and had returned in
search of her grandfather from the top of
the ladder conducting to the cellar. She
was looking inside, and she saw the as
sassin corporal, whom she knew well.
Hermann, in the name of God, did you
see my grandfather ??
"Well, yes I did Now, will you be my
wife ?" asked he, drinking from bottle he
had taken in the cellar
ooh, Hermann, tell me where he is"
"Where he is? My dear and hand
some Frenehwoman, if they have not
changed his resting place he is there on
the floor near the table, where stretched
him with my bayonet"
He tried to climb up the ladder, loaded
with bottles.
'Oh, miserable wretch p exclaimed
Jacqueline
Quicker than the wind, at the moment
when the head of the German appeared
at the level of the floor, she took him by
his long beard and threw him back in the
cellar. Then she shut the heavy trap
door, put across the iron bar that was used
to fasten it and went out
"Who is that womanY said the Colonel.
Arrest her and let us GO"
Tie incendiary began. From the four
corners of the village the flames assembled
towards the heavens.
When they were about 200 yards from
the village they stopped and first Ser
geant read the roll-call.
All answered their names but one-Her-
mann
Where is that brute ?" asked an officer.
Many answered that they had seen him
in the young girls home.
Bring her here" commanded the Col
onel
When Jacqueline stood before that Off
Ger he said to her in French:
Do you know where is a Corporal who
remained in your house :"
She answered not.
Ten volunteers here! Tie that girl
and load your muskets."
The muskets were loaded
Aim" ordered the officer
JacqUeline threw glance at the village
on fire. The cabin of her dear and be-
loved grandfather was heap of ashes.
g Yes, now | will answer you. Your
brigand of corporal is in grandfather's
celler, in which have locked him up
Fire p
And Jacqueline fell as her grandfather
did, face downward.
But she had avenged him.
May God grant me to live long enough
to avenge Translated for New York
Graphic from the French.